Waters
Facing the world with nothing but the waters in my stomach, an sea so hollow,void of life,yet filled with the undeniable life of survival.
Holding the firm hands of resilience, fighting the harshness of life's children,pouring like rain;with nothing but the waters in my stomach.
And weak might,coughing eyes and crying for the shores;
In the icy oceans older than my blood,older than the whispers of man,both etched in the scripture of time,destined to be tested and for suffer.
And to survive;with the world,face to face with heaving shoulders,with my hungry waters,I run.
Copyright © Ramatu Suleiman | Year Posted 2024
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